“I have been endowed with the force of Nature and I feel its presence as a comforting fear. It blankets me in nothingness which is what I strive to be: unheard, unseen, undetected. More ardently and fervently than everything else, I believe in nothing.”


Full Name: Acacia
Race: Killoren
Gender: Female
Age: 300
Apparent Age: 35

Class: Ranger
Level: 4


Acacia is tall for a human, but on the short side of the Killoren clan at about 6 ft. Coloring depends upon which aspect of nature Acacia channels. When taking the aspect of the ancient her hair turns white, and eyes are light blue. In aspect of the destroyer, hair and eyes turn a deep, luster-less black. During aspect of the hunter, her most frequently used, hair and eyes turn a deep forest green, and skin is a deeper brown than normal. This provides Acacia with a camouflage of sorts in her most likely forest background. Her almond shaped eyes are the only thing that betray her middle aged appearance, by illustrating the depth of her actual 300 years experience. She dons Elven armor of leaf weave stud leather that lends valuable bonuses to her attempts at elusiveness.


The fertility crisis came as news to me very late. I had stopped having children long since, my first son, Jecco, is completely grown. My last son, Net, is the youngest Killoren in our community and he is an adolescent. At first, we were losing pregnancies which is even more uncommon amongst killoren than humans. We researched what little books and possessions we keep. We did the rituals that are supposed to display how much we love nature and win her favor. After that, we stopped having pregnancies all together. Though there is not a spousal love amongst killorens, there is a sort of preference or possession among those that bear your children. When no one was getting pregnant, partners were switched. This caused anarchy, violent disputes and was, pardon the pun, fruitless.

Then came the preservation and medical procedures that are not natural to our kind and these false pregnancies did not work either. The elders think we are being punished but can’t figure out for what. We have lived the same way for centuries: isolated in a forest, living off the land, having few possessions, migrating or defending territory as needed. When the elders couldn’t think of a reason we deserve punishment, they sent all able bodied Killoren in our clan out to look for a cause, and most importantly, cure. There are prophecies hinting at possible salvation, but their decrees are lofty at best. The elders did not want to send citizens out of our well established community without a plan. I suspect they did not actually have said plan, so instead put sudden faith into the promise of these prophecies. Vocalizing this suspicion, however, caused distrust of the elders towards me.

I am skeptical of the prophecies at best, and am therefore gathering information during my travels. My brothers and sisters have a much more passionate commitment to the prophecies and that they hold the key to our salvation, they are far more likely to find it than me. What I’m actually interested in finding is 1: clues as to what is happening with the infertility crisis (is it happening to other races or other areas? Has there been some kind of shift in one of the planes or other worlds that is having this adverse effect on us?) and 2: Yuan-ti. They are looking for something with the same enthusiasm as us Killoren conveniently during the biggest crisis we can remember. If the prophecies are true, or there is some other power that would save us, Yuan-ti would take it and would use the power to aid them in their unnatural, reptilian, evil, vulgar ways. I may be less then dedicated in my belief of the ancient prophecies but I damn well will not have any Yuan-ti abominations wrapping their scaly coils around it and stealing my race’s possible salvation as a toy for themselves.

I will let the other killoren scour, search, take the aspect of the ancient, as is their strength. I, however, will keep the Yuan-ti at bay, for there is no vague prophecy about their interest. They are searching. The conviction and dedication I should have for whatever the prophecies tell, I harbor for keeping the Yuan-ti from getting it.

Story So Far . . .


Thus far, Acacia has put her mighty composite Elven craft shortbow of shock to (aptly named Macess) to good use. When taking the aspect of the hunter, Acacia has increased points to both attack and damage with this weapon, despite its base magical elements. Her bow has increased range, point blank shot, can shoot two arrows at once, or send excruciating shockwaves through whatever victim it penetrate. With this, she has ended a very powerful mummy, several undead, henchmen, and has delighted in the opportunity to fight so many Yuan-ti.

Acacia is especially interested in the Yuan-ti and has noted several strange occurrences. One, being that the Yuan-ti involved with the Sebassis seemed to be a more hierarchal, organized society than that which Yuan-ti are usually attributed. She is looking for links to their devotion to this sort of magic, and the prophecies of her race. In the meantime, she shoots arrows first, and ponders later.

Her dire owl, Teco, has seen action too. Conjured for 1 hour at a time, Teco’s size fits in the large category and has proven most useful. Teco has been known to attack with vicious claws and beak, snatch enemies from battleground and fly, looking for a far off place to throw them (or in one case, simply tossing them overboard), and he provides a valuable mount for Acacia, allowing her to soar over the main battle and shoot arrows in a sniper like fashion.


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